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Many times, since the demise of Rentboy, but not always, my first contact with a provider has been via RM email. I provide info/questions at my convenience, and they responded at their convenience. I think the concept of RM's Messenger service is no better than just texting, which given the choice, I would rather just text, and bypass RM being the so called middleman. I dont see the point of it, and that icon that keeps popping up is annoying. If a provider's ad doesn't have a phone number when I click "contact me", which just recently happened after viewing an ad, I'm inclined to just move on.

Yes, I guess interest is just academic. No way to contact since I'm hesitant to use RM messenger.

I agree, he has a similar body, but Faneroberts has an active ad. https://rent.men/Faneroberts

Going back to milk delivery. During my entire childhood, we had milk delivery to our house. I can't remember if it was two or three times a week. Our house had a "milk chute", as we called it. An opening in the exterior wall of our kitchen with an outside door, and an inside door. The inside chute door was about a foot and half or so above the kitchen floor. It was only sized to accommodate two bottles of milk back when the house was built. Later on, when milk came in paper cartons, and there were four of us boys, two cartons weren't enough. On the night before delivery, my mother would leave open the interior door. The milkman would open the outside door, and whatever was ordered that was beyond the two carton limit of the milk chute, such as extra cartons, eggs and cottage cheese, he would reach through, and leave the items on the kitchen floor.

When I was a kid, we had a "party line". One line shared by two homes. Each party or home had a separate phone number, but only one home could be on the line. It was cheaper than having a private line. You didn't use the phone a lot back then, so you seldom ever heard the other party on the line if you picked up the phone. I suppose, if someone called you, and the other party was on the line, they would get a busy signal. One day, I picked up the phone, and it turned out, the other party was our next door neighbor.

Being short, I wore shoes with heels when they were in style. One pair of lace up shoes, and a pair of boots I had got several compliments, followed by questions of where did I get them. I remember the girl across the street made “love beads”, a single strand, small bead necklace worn around the neck like a choker (It was the ”summer of love”) for my brother. He wore it only for a few days because she started to date his friend. We were just teenagers. AM radio was what I remember listening to as a kid on a transistor radio with a dial to change channels. FM soon became popular by the time I was in junior high. Music began changing in the late 60s. I still love the early Motown sound.

Our black and white TV had that too. Channel 2 was CBS, 4 was NBC (unlike other places where it’s 5), 7 was ABC, and 9 was the Canadian station. UHF was 50, 56 (Public TV), and 62. We had a color TV when we watched them landing on the moon.

I also got that impression, but I window shop often, so thought it might be my imagination.

https://greenvalleylactosefree.com/product/lactose-free-cottage-cheese It‘s a luxury item for me. $6.29 for a 12 ounce container at my local store. I like to eat it with fresh pears lightly sprinkled with pepper.

Brand new ad, and already has a review, but no comments in the review (when checked via proxy), and he doesn't say much in "About Me", and phone number not available. Anybody meet him yet? https://rent.men/ChiTownMuscle

All my meds are on a 90 day refill schedule via mail order. The one-offs, like antibiotics, I do at retail. Mail order is required by my insurance after three 30-day orders at a retail store. However, sometimes it's usually cheaper to do 90 day mail order from the get go. For instance, alprazolam (generic Xanax), relatively cheap at $18 for 30 days, is only 22 cents via mail order for a 90 day order (45 pills, 0.5 mg each, take 1/2 to one pill as needed).

I think I’ll go to the liquor store tomorrow.

It depends on who you hire. Some will be a good match, some won't. The first time I booked 90 minutes, it was such an exciting time, I was in the shower cleaning off after one hour. He only asked for his one hour rate. So nice of him, and unexpected. He's now retired. My other experience was when I booked a guy, and said I was interested in a "boy friend experience". I asked if he thought 60 or 90 minutes would be best. He said 90 minutes. In hindsight, I wish I only booked 60 minutes.

These guys are amazing.

I've never met the man, but I live in the suburbs of Chicago. If you were in the city, and he was driving from the suburbs, it's not unheard of for traffic to be so bad, a normal one hour drive into the city (on a good day), can escalate to two, almost three hours. I once had to get off the Kennedy to find a place to pee. As far as his failure to reply, that's on him.

One guy I’ve met a couple of times came to the lobby the first meeting to greet me because the elevator required a key car. He was wearing jeans and a hoody. When we got to the room he showed me where I could put my coat, and after I took it off, and turn towards him, hoody was off, and jeans were coming off. He didn’t wear underwear. Second meeting, was able to go up to room alone. He let me in wearing short shorts and a tank top. I walked in the door, we exchanged a few hello, how have you been kisses, and I walked into the room, turned, and he was standing next to the bed, naked. I quickly undressed, and got on the bed. A blissful massage.

https://www.companyofmen.org/threads/411-on-niko-in-la.135342/#post-1794640

I’ve dealt with being a caregiver for someone whose condition often led to death within months. We enjoyed two and a half years together following diagnosis. “less than 18 months to live.” is only, at best, an educated estimate, not an absolute certainty. May be sooner, but could very well be later. I think it’s too soon to consider an early release.

I can't recall either, but I'm relatively new to this hobby. I do remember seeing his pics many times, but where, I can't recall. I've always remembered him, thought he was a handsome man. He's matured beautifully, and no doubt, he's attained success along the way.

Is this an earlier picture of the "Chicago guy" you mentioned in another thread?

I believe you're correct about the 72 years.

I’m looking forward to the 1950 census being available relatively soon. When the 1940 census was made available, I was constantly finding stuff. I love the history it gives you. House value, where people were born, occupations, many extended, multi-generation families, or just boarders that lived in the same house. I also liked the maps. I learned the street my parents lived on when I was born had a different name then, but no addresses, so no houses yet In 1940. A nearby freeway I grew up with, was just a road then. Some side streets look like they had a slightly different path back then. A section of our 2nd neighborhood looked to be large, but gone completely when we live there after another freeway was built. The second house we lived in was built in 1942, so no info on that house, but it was a slightly older neighborhood , and I recognized names of neighbors that were living there when we moved there in the late 60s. Tried to find info on my father who immigrated to US in late 30s, but found nothing. I was able to find info about my parents‘ friends, and my mother’s uncle and family who sponsored her when she immigrated here in 1950.

One of the first things I learned in sales, create a sense of urgency. When I've gotten the line from a car salesperson, I nod my head slowly, and say ahhh, creating a sense of urgency. They don't like it.

Or, take the long way home and hop on a cruise ship.